Release that Witch

On the other side, the flight field of the Grey Knights Cavaliers College is also a busy scene. Fiction.

All the trainers were dragged out of the hangar and lined up at the end of the runway. Thirty official students calmed down and listened to the teachings of His Royal Highness Princess. Further, in those places that have not passed the assessment or new elections, they sit around the runway and wait for a new round of flight.

"From today, your training will enter a new stage!" Tilly stood in front of a group of people who were far higher than her, and shook her head. "Remember the content you have learned over the past month. Then tell me loud! Pat, let's start with you!"

"Pick up, Your Highness!" The student who was ordered was eagerly replied.

"next."

"Hovering!"

"Magic!"

"Ok?"

"No..." The respondent quickly changed his way. "I mean... anti-stun training, Your Highness!"

"Weird..." Finkin whispered. "The temper of His Royal Highness seems to be much better than in the past?"

“Is there?” Heinz also lowered his voice. “Don’t say that if you make a mistake, the punishment will definitely be inevitable. Just wipe the toilet for a month, you forgot it now?”

"I am not talking about that," Finchem looked at Goode. "What do you think?"

Goode nodded slightly. "I also have this feeling." He always thought that His Royal Highness Princess always seemed to be in an inexplicable anxiety and urgency, probably related to the poor performance of the Cavaliers. After the enrollment expansion of the team of two hundred people, the results of the assessment only stood here more than 30.

If only the pass rate is low, there will be planes coming from outside, but so far only six of them are available in the hangar, and others have been damaged during the test flight. Listening to the instructor's eagle, the price of an airplane is even more expensive than that of a sea-going ship. Thousands of Jinlong said that there is no such thing. I am afraid that no one will be in a good mood.

However, the situation seems to have changed recently. The teachings of His Royal Highness are still severe, but the eyebrows are less heavy and breathless.

The plane they have recently crashed... obviously not reduced?

"Finkin, it’s up to you." Someone around me reminded.

Finkin quickly stood up straight, "discipline! Your Highness, I learned discipline!"

"There are duties!" Heinz then shouted.

The crowd rang a slight sneer.

"Hey, I have already suggested it. I should first put these guys into military camp education for a month or two."

"People are born like this, bear it."

Apparently, these words came from the mouth of the students selected by the army and were punished for cleaning the toilet for a month. Their deeds have become typical of the entire college. However, the students who are from the civilian population will only make fun of the last two sentences. They will sneer at their behavior and hate to rush to the North Slope Mine, and only the First Army.

Tilly did not say much, "Next."

Goode put aside distracting thoughts, right color, "love."

There was another whisper in the lineup.

“Is this also learned?”

"I'm afraid I can't think of another word..."

He had thought that His Royal Highness Princess would express dissatisfaction or further inquiry, but the other's eyes only stayed for a while and moved to the next students.

When everyone answered, Tilly nodded. "You didn't fly for a long time. You can't learn too much! Now combine them and use them in the next training. On, or on the will!"

"Follow, Your Highness!" The crowd got up.

"You will be divided into two groups, three teams on each side, to simulate confrontation! The rules are very simple, as long as the opponent is put into the crosshair for ten seconds without being opened, even if it is successfully shot down. In the past you only practiced on the ground. Fixed target shooting, and this time, you will experience what a real air duel looks like!"

Everyone was excited.

"The temple, Your Highness!" A student can't wait to raise his hand.

"Say."

"There are no bullets in the gun..."

"Stupid." Finkin sneered.

"Of course not," Tilly shook her head. "Accurately, there aren't even guns... It's just a model on the nose and the body. You don't have to worry about pulling the trigger when you are nervous. Come down.

Everyone laughed.

"Moreover, the shooting in flight is far more complicated than the simulation on the ground. It is not necessarily a hit in the crosshairs, so even if there are bullets, you are estimated to be a shot." She shrugged. "Is there any problem?" ?"

Sure enough, there was a slight change in His Royal Highness. Goode thought that if it was the former long princess, it would not be possible to reveal such a relaxed expression.

"I, I, I" Finkin's hands up. After obtaining the permission, he glanced at the first military officers. "His Highness, since it is a confrontation, how can you tell the winner? Even if I bite the other party, I can’t help but the other party is willing to admit defeat."

Although the formal trainees have never been exposed to air combat, the basics of teaching in the classroom have been taught that the empty knight wants to defeat the enemy, and the machine should be aimed at the target as much as possible. This process is called “biting”. Although the rear seat also has a gun position, but the angle of the shot is limited, more is used to assist and tame the enemy's pursuit.

"This is up to me." Tilly pulled up the hands of the two women. "They are the guests I specially invited. You will be seen in every movement, don't think about getting away with it."

"...is the Sylvia."

"The other seems to be the management of the sleeping spell..." Goode heard the whispers of the First Army students behind him.

"And the trainee matrix there is not simply sitting." The princess continued, "Is there a two-color flag in their hands? From the air, they look down, their formations are exactly six figures, etc. After you take off, the green flag represents normal, the red flag representative is shot down, and you notice that your number has turned red and you have to leave the battle area and return to the airport. Do you understand?"

"understand!"

"Good, I am now a team."

The surprise is that the team is not in the order of the order, but has a special list. Finally, Goode and Finchem were assigned to the same squad, numbered two.

"This is the first choice for boarding training. Whoever drives the shooting is up to you. After fifteen minutes, one to three teams will be lifted off and cannot stay in the airport. The last three teams will take off after five minutes and then train. Officially started!” Tilly clap her hands and “Show me what you have learned!”

Goode couldn't help but clench his fist.

He felt his chest creaking.

"Have you noticed?" Finkin leaned over.

"Ah." Goode replied. One group and two groups are not randomly selected. The first three teams are all civilian students, and the latter three teams are all from the first army.

My Royal Highness Princess wants to see, who is coming out is stronger!

"Oh, it's just what I want," Finkin licked his nose. "I have forbeared their ridicule for a long time. I was punished for making mistakes, but since I was an empty knight, I had to go to heaven and the sky!"

Goode doesn't care who wins and loses. He only hopes that each flight time can be longer, so that he can stay longer in that happy moment. He looked down at his hands and they were shaking slightly, as if they were responding to their own voices. As soon as he thought he could hold the joystick, he felt the heat flowing all over his body.

"I am going to fly the plane, you can shoot it." Finkin patted him on the shoulder.

"You know this is impossible." Goode did not hesitate.

The two looked at each other for a long time, and finally Finkin was helpless. "Okay, old rules."

There is no simple and effective ruling method in the winter city. The specific source is not available. Some people say that it is commonly used inside the witch alliance, and some people say it is from the sire, but it is very effective no matter what.

"rock-paper-scissors!"

"I won." Goode slaps.

Finkin stared at his fist and looked at it for a while before he complained deeply. "One time, there will be a lot of training after this training."

The two came to the parking area of ​​the biplane and boarded the plane by number.

"You... come on!" Heinz tried to make a look at the runway. He was not on the first list of confrontations, so he consciously became an inspiring person. As for the meaning of his eyes, it is self-evident.

"Hey, we are not practicing white." Finkin pulled down the windshield and gave his thumb to the ground.

The ladder was quickly withdrawn. As the rocker swung rapidly, the propeller of the nose made two squeaks and slowly rotated.

When the piston started and the throttle was turned on, Goode felt that the mechanical creation underneath seemed to have life.

"The runway is smooth, you can take off!"

He lifted his arm hard and returned to a standard military ceremony, "No. 2, dispatched!"

The biplane fell into the runway under his control and then continued to accelerate until the sea breeze rushed into the sky.